Zhu Luo's words seemed plain, but they were actually extremely tough and domineering. Everyone knew that this sentence should actually be: How dare you attack me
Wang Po didn't move his feet, rolled up his sleeves, and began to wipe the iron knife. He was just preparing for the battle, but before he made a move, Zhu Luoyin was extremely angry, because no one dared to attack him for many years.
The wind and rain in all directions are close to gods, any attempt to attack the gods is provocation, blasphemy, courting death, even if it is just a gesture, it is unacceptable, even if that person is Tianliang Wang Po.
The people on Yu Street were also shocked, they didn't understand why Wang Po did this, he couldn't have any chance.
Zhu Luo's realm level has already surpassed the secular world and entered the sacred realm.
If the Baidi and his wife are not counted, there are twelve strongest people in the human world, and he is one of them.
Wang Po is at the top of the Xiaoyao list, the undisputed strongest in the Mesozoic Era. It is indeed shocking to enter the Condensed Star Realm at the age of 40, but the distance from the Holy Realm is like a sea of stars and a swamp.
Many people are optimistic that Wang Po will enter the sacred realm in the future and become a new generation of all-round wind and rain, and may even have higher achievements, but that must be decades or even hundreds of years later.
The current Wang Po is just a junior who can only bow his head and be taught in front of Zhu Luo.
However, he wants to attack Zhu Luo
"The juniors dare not."
Wang Po raised his head, and looked at Zhu Luo calmly and even a little dullly.
Zhu Luo's brows and eyes gradually calmed down, and the atmosphere on Yujie became a little more relaxed.
Wang Po raised his iron saber, pointed at the unshakable mainland powerhouse through the rain curtain, and said, "Senior, please make a move first."
There was an uproar in the streets and alleys, even the sound of the increasingly violent rain could not cover up people's exclamations and discussions.
Zhu Luo's eyebrows suddenly raised, a majestic aura rose from the sky, and the shocking rainstorm dispersed.
Then he laughed again, the indifferent and sparse laughter resounded throughout Xunyang City.
"Pity."
Zhu Luo said indifferently, looking a little regretful. Because among the few people in the human world who have the best chance to enter the sacred realm, one person will die after today, and there will be no more chances.
"It's a pity." Su Li sighed.
He didn't want Wang Po to die, so he did something for it, but Wang Po didn't accept it, because Wang Po's way of sword was different from his way of sword, and it was also different from Zhou Dufu's way of sword back then. .
When Wang Po rolled up his sleeves to wipe the knife, Su Li suddenly felt that this guy's knife might burst out with a light that was completely different from his and Zhou Dufu's, but perhaps more interesting.
So he felt very sorry.
This world has no chance to see Wang Po's future knife, so this world must feel regretful.
Liang Wangsun looked at Wang Po in the rain and said nothing, feeling a little complicated. To accomplish certain things, to complete one's own life experience, to give up life for this, and to march towards an unchallengeable place, for a genius like them, it is not too difficult to understand or unacceptable, so even if he sacrifices his life He wanted to kill Su Li, but there was a bloody ocean in his spiritual world, so why did Wang Po? Is it really just based on the idea in your heart
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a lot of admiration, and thought to himself, no wonder he has been unable to catch up with this person for more than 30 years, no wonder Xiao Zhang has not been like this man no matter how crazy he practiced for more than 30 years, no wonder it has been more than 30 years Later, Xun Mei had no choice but to imprison herself in the Mausoleum of the Book of Heaven, and only before she died could she stand shoulder to shoulder with this person with the transcendence of life and death.
Chen Changsheng was also looking at Wang Po. He didn't speak, nor did he think too much, but subconsciously gave birth to endless admiration. He thinks Wang Po is so handsome, and for some reason... it always makes him feel a little close.
Then he figured it out, Wang Po is very similar to many people around him... No, it should be that many people he knows are like Wang Po, in some respects, such as Zhexiu, Tang Thirty-Six, Gou Hanshi, and himself.
Those similarities are often the most shining places, such as persistence, such as gentleness, such as firmness, such as perseverance, such as pride, such as silence, Chen Changsheng saw everything about himself and his friends in Wang Po. An old shirt, but there are countless lights. He also saw the beauty of Chen Chujian's girl in Wang Po, and even saw Nan Ke.
Knowing that I am invincible, I still want to fight and kill you. Such a person is really amazing. Apart from the rest of his seniors, Chen Changsheng felt that he had another person to learn from in his cultivation career.
So, he started to study.
He rolled up his sleeves and at the same time drew out the Dragonsong dagger from its sheath.
At this moment, Wang Po inserted the handle of the knife into the mouth of the sheath, and with a crisp sound, the knife and the sheath merged into one, turning into a big knife. Then he slowly clenched the handle of the knife with both hands, and looked straight ahead at the Juliet.
Chen Changsheng thought to himself what a coincidence, and inserted the hilt into the sheath, so the dagger turned into a horizontal sword with a long hilt. He also clenched the hilt with both hands, staring at Zhu Luo across the street.
Just like that, they stood one behind the other in the rain with a distance of more than ten feet.
Su Li sat on the horseback, his face was a little pale as the rain washed his face, but his eyes became brighter and brighter.
Zhu Luo walked over, the rain did not increase, but the wind became more clammy and cold, the light was extremely dim, and someone looked up at the sky, only to see that the color of the cloud in the sky was much darker.
Drinking alone under the moon and not going on blind dates, his way is to be utterly ruthless and unparalleled.
As his footsteps lifted and fell, the fallen leaves in the rain were suddenly shaken up, and the water droplets were blown around by the cold wind. With the fluttering of these wet leaves, there was a feeling of depression, covering the long street .
Several muffled grunts and cries of pain sounded from the crowd. The wet leaves that were blown by force seemed to cut several practitioners like arrows. Only then did the people wake up and want to understand the next battle How terrifying it was, they all avoided the streets and alleys further away, but in an instant, the long street became quieter and empty.
Empty is an inaccurate word, because there was also heavy rain.
In the rainstorm, the truly irresistible wind and rain of this continent is slowly approaching.
Wang Po held the knife, Chen Changsheng led the horse, and Su Li sat on the horse, facing the wind and rain.
Standing at the front is Wang Po.
There was a light rubbing sound, and the iron knife rose against the rain and lay across in front of him.
Wang Po didn't make a move because he was a junior and Zhu Luo was a senior.
Naturally, Zhu Luo would not take advantage of him. He raised his hand and tapped it lightly under the heavy rain curtain, which was equivalent to making a move.
A muffled thunder sounded in front of Wang Po. The wind was strong and the rain was pouring down, as if there was a waterfall falling down there.
The wet fallen leaves are still dancing in the rain.
Zhu Luo walked slowly, the black cloak fluttering in the rain.
Wang Po's face turned pale for a few minutes.
His sword field was crushed by unimaginable force. In the air in front of him, raindrops flew randomly, and hundreds of traces kept appearing and then disappearing. Those traces are exactly the collision between Zhu Luo's breath and his sword domain.
Zhu Luo didn't raise his breath intentionally, he just walked slowly like this, so he wanted to be like a distinguished guest.
The gap in strength between him and Zhu Luo is too obvious.
Zhu Luo's momentum and sword intent were not fully released, and the long street was emptied. Even the silent walls on both sides of the street were cut with countless deep marks by the wet leaves dancing in the wind and rain.
Wang Po's hand holding the handle of the knife trembled slightly, and his knuckles turned white.
The torrential rain soaked his whole body, countless raindrops dripped down, and I don't know how much of it was sweat.
As soon as they met each other, they knew that the golden wind couldn't blow Yulu, and he couldn't be Zhu Luo's opponent, but he still didn't intend to turn around and leave, he didn't take a step back, and the iron knife was still horizontal in front of him, like a dike like a mountain.
No matter how violent the wind and rain are, the embankment will still not collapse, and the mountain will still be in front of us, straight and unparalleled.
Looking at the cold knife washed by the rain, feeling the unyielding and unimaginable power coming from the knife, Zhu Luo raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling a little surprised, and Xue He, who was farther away, was even more shocked and speechless .
Wang Po's sword was actually stronger than everyone imagined.
His knife can withstand the coercion of the sacred realm.
How did he do that
Xue He used the knife, looking at the tall and thin man on Yu Street, he finally fully understood the meaning of what Su Li said to him.
—Wang Po only uses one knife.
Only use one knife, only one way of the knife, so that it is pure enough and strong enough!
Before Wang Po, the most famous master of swordsmanship in this continent was Zhou Dufu. Zhou Dufu also only practiced one way of swordsmanship, which is the way of killing. He used life and death to destroy life and death. Wang Po couldn't learn Zhou Dufu's sword, so he went his own way.
He was walking a straight path.
Wang Po's Dao of the Sword is straight. This straight is straight. He walks straight, writes straight strokes when keeping accounts, and the numbers will never be miscalculated.
He looks at things and does things, always relying on his own likes and dislikes, it seems that even his intestines are straight. So even if his people are shabby, but when his sword is out of the sheath, it will be cold and straight like a cliff in the mountains.
No matter how violent the wind and rain, how could it destroy a cliff in such a short period of time
Julo has already shot.
Next, it was Wang Po's turn to make a move.
Of course he made a move with a knife.
His shot is a knife.
He held the long handle that turned into a scabbard, and slashed towards Zhu Luo through the storm.
Undoubtedly, this must be Wang Po's strongest strike in his life, because Zhu Luo must be the strongest opponent he has ever encountered in this life. Before the threshold, he has no reason to fight Zhulo, and based on the overall interests of mankind, Zhulo will not attack him.
In other words, the battle happened decades, if not centuries, in advance.
The saber was powerful, its sharp edge pierced through all the rain curtains, and came to Zhu Luo.
Zhu Luo still didn't intend to move his sword, he shot again.
This time, he showed two fingers.
Wang Po's knife stopped in the rainstorm and could no longer go down.
With a distance of more than ten feet, Zhu Luo's two fingers turned into wind and rain, pinching Wang Po's strongest knife in his life. Just like before Liang Wangsun clamped Chen Changsheng's sword with two fingers. As far as the gap in strength between Chen Changsheng and Liang Wangsun was, so was the gap in strength between Wang Po and Zhu Luo, and even further!
There is a distance between the secular and the sacred.
The wind and rain and the iron knife met on the long street and held each other, while the wet fallen leaves were still dancing.
In the chi chi sound, several cracks appeared on Wang Po's clothes.
His knife field is not perfect after all, especially after the knife is released.
The strongest man in the mainland like Zhu Luo, his eyes are the sword of wisdom.
A fallen leaf, which coincides with the principles of heaven and earth, avoids Wang Po's saber gesture and falls on the iron saber. An unimaginable amount of true energy fell at the same time as the fallen leaf, and a mountain fell on the iron knife.
Wang Po's face was snow-white, with blood overflowing from the corners of his lips.
His knife field has been broken.
what to do
He suddenly took a step forward.
Then he lowered his waist, bent his knees, and turned his wrists.
He... retracted the knife.
The iron knife broke through the rain and returned, only a soft sound was heard.
The fallen leaf instantly turned into shreds.
Su Li's cheers resounded in the rainstorm.
"Good knife!"
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